steal the air out of my lungs

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/39040131.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero
Academia
Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku
Character: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku
Additional Tags: Female Bakugou Katsuki, Smut, Fluff, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting,
Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Explicit Sexual Content,
Genderbending, Top Midoriya Izuku, Bottom Bakugou Katsuki,
Overstimulation
Language: English
Series: Part 2 of fem!bk dkbk
Collections: Anonymous
Stats: Published: 2022-07-01 Words: 2039

steal the air out of my lungs

by Anonymous

Summary

Katsuki walks down the hall, and finds that her bedroom door is open and a light is on.
Adrenaline crawls up her throat, and she prepares to throw the mug of boiling tea on
whatever intruder is in her room as she slowly pushes it open fully.

But instead, she’s met with Midoriya Izuku, slumped against her headboard fast asleep,
mouth hanging open and reading glasses falling off his face.

Notes

fem kacchan I will always love you

It’s late, almost two in the morning, and all Katsuki should want to do is shower and fall into bed.
But she can’t stop thinking of Izuku. It's been eight days- the longest they've been apart in a while.
She’s so exhausted that tears prickle in the corner of her eyes, and she wants to be wrapped in his
arms so badly, but it’s late and she’s not going to risk waking him up just cause she misses that
damn nerd.
Plus, he knew her flight information and if he was awake, he’d have called her the moment she
landed. She’s glad he’s getting rest, he works way too hard and always has trouble sleeping, so she
ignores the selfish part of her and sets her suitcases and boots down by the door, locking it before
walking over to her kitchen to make tea. She pours tap water into a mug and microwaves it,
snorting at how offended Izuku would be if he knew she wasn't using the kettle.

She’s been thinking about it for a while, asking him to move in with her. As she mindlessly dips
the bag of chamomile in and out of the hot water, she resolves herself to finally doing it. She loves
him, and he definitely loves her, and she really can’t stand being away from him. Every night she
went to sleep with an ache in her chest, devoid of those arms wrapped around her protectively, a
nose buried in her hair. Mornings without a barrage of kisses and cuddles made the entire rest of
the day seem dull and bland. God she was turning disgustingly soft. But Katsuki knows Izuku
missed her too, obvious in the stream of stupidly cute texts he’d been sending her while she was
visiting her family for the week and he had to stay behind on an assignment.

Izuku's rent is almost up anyways, and her place is way too big for just one person, and it would be
so perfect knowing he'd be there when she came home every day. She feels lighter on her feet, just
imagining his face when she asks. He’s so damn adorable- his green eyes and his freckles and the
little dimples he gets when he’s smiling down at her.

Katsuki walks down the hall, and finds that her bedroom door is open and a light is on. Adrenaline
crawls up her throat, and she prepares to throw the mug of boiling tea on whatever intruder is in her
room as she slowly pushes it open fully. But instead, she’s met with Midoriya Izuku, slumped
against her headboard fast asleep, mouth hanging open and reading glasses falling off his face.

He’s wearing plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt she knows he left at her apartment, and she wants to
cry again. Her chest and throat burn with an overwhelming emotion, and she was going to shower
but that will have to wait. All she wants to do is cuddle up next to him, savor the warmth that’s
always radiating from his bare skin.

She strips out of the coat and jeans she was wearing, leaving her in underwear and a hoodie, and
gently takes off his glasses, setting them on her nightstand. Running her hand through his messy
curls and down over his cheeks before slapping his round cheek softly, she whispers his name,
watching as his eyelashes flutter open to reveal the forest green she loves so much.

His eyes light up when he realizes it’s her, and her heart almost bursts with affection. “Kacchan,”
he murmurs, reaching out for her so he can pull her on top of him. “You’re back.” He’s grinning
sleepily, eyes half open as she sits on his waist, winding her arms around his neck. She lets him
bury his face into her neck, holding her tightly to his chest as he runs his hands up and down her
back.

“I missed you, idiot,” she whispers, and shivers as he kisses her shoulder, up to her jaw and then her
lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth insistently. His hands trail up to cup her cheeks, and she
sighs into the kiss. She’s missed his body, his mouth, everything about him. She feels like she’s on
fire with every graze of his fingers under her hoodie, already wet between her legs.

“Are you tired, hmm?” He asks, thumbs stroking her hips, and she is, but she wants him more than
sleep, can feel where he’s hard underneath her. So she shakes her head, their noses brushing
together, and lets him push her underwear to the side and expertly curl two fingers inside her.
Katsuki gasps, hiding her face into his shoulder. It's always the edge of too much when he does this
to her- so intimate she can barely breathe sometimes.

She grips his wrist between them as his free hand rests on her hip, encouraging her to ride his hand.
He slips a third in, rubbing her clit with his thumb and whispering how much he loves her, how
much he missed her every second she was away, and she's so worked up she can’t help but moan
loudly as she comes all over his fingers within seconds, neighbors be damned.

Katsuki feels giddy as he puts on a condom and slowly lowers her onto his dick until she’s flush
against him, legs trembling on either side of his waist. “That’s it baby,” he whispers, tugging off
her sweatshirt and palming her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples as they harden in the coldness.
He leans down to lick and bite and his mouth is so hot against her skin. His hands settle on her
lower back, traveling down to squeeze the curve of her ass as she rides him slowly. “God I love
you,” he groans.

Normally she likes being on top, pinning his hands to the mattress until she’s finished with him, but
right now all she wants is to feel him take control, fuck her hard and deep. “Deku, Izuku, please,”
she whimpers, her hands gripping his t-shirt. “I need you.”

He rolls them so she’s lying on her back beneath him, his dick still pressed inside her, and the
golden light of her bedside lamp dances over his arms as he holds himself over her. She wants to
touch him fully, so she reaches for the hem of his shirt and he tugs it off, throwing it across her
room. He’s smiling fondly at her when she looks at him, and all she can think about is how fucking
lucky she is.

That feeling is intensified as Izuku spreads her open and drags his hips against hers, fucking her
slowly and leaning in to kiss her. She wraps her fingers around his muscular biceps, feeling the
way his arms flex as he holds himself up. Heat blossoms in her stomach and slinks up to her throat
and down to her toes as he pulls away to stare at her reverently. “Look at you baby,” he whispers,
eyes glimmering, thick dark lashes brushing his cheekbones. "You always take it so well. So
fucking sexy.”

Katsuki can feel the grip of his hand against one of her thighs and hear the sound of their skin
smacking together, the way his breath hitches as she scratches her nails down his back, fingers
stuttering over his sweat-slick freckled skin as she leaves behind long red marks. There’s nothing
like his touch, the way he holds her, how he loves her like this.

She’s gasping for breath, about to come when he pulls out of her abruptly. “Deku!” She yelps, her
voice tinged with surprise. “What the fuck are you-?” She reaches her arms out for him, fingertips
grazing his shoulders as he slinks down her body.

He licks her folds fervently, sucking her clit and gripping her thighs open when she tries to close
them. Her hands fly to his hair tightly, reveling in the low groan he makes against her. She’s
basically screaming at this point, and it just encourages him more. The sight of him between her
thighs looking up at her smugly is too much.

“Just needed to taste you,” he says, licking deep into her once more, catching her clit with the tip of
his tongue, before pulling away and sliding his dick back in, using two fingers to rub circles right
where they meet. She comes instantly, gripping the sheets as her vision goes white. “God Izuku,”
she whines, clenching around him as he keeps thrusting into her steadily.

She can feel it when he comes, spilling into the condom and groaning her name over and over
desperately like a prayer. Katsuki is fully satisfied, addicted to the bone-deep exhaustion she feels
every time they sleep together. So when he slides out and shoves his fingers inside her as deep as
they can go, fucking her with strength that makes her mind go fuzzy, the heel of his palm rubbing
against her clit, she can’t help the deafening cries that escape her mouth. It’s overwhelming, and
she doesn’t care how she sounds, not when it feels so good, not when she’s so close she feels like
she could float off this bed.
“That’s it Kacchan, you can come for me again, my good girl,” Izuku coaxes. He’s watching her
intensely, zeroed in on her face even as her wetness is dripping down his hand. “Nonono fuck I
can’t Izuku, I can't,” nails digging into his arm, so hard it’s probably painful for him. He just nods,
using the other hand to push sweaty strands of hair off her face. “You can sweetheart, just one
more time.”

She tries to lift her hips off the bed but he holds her down firmly, curling his fingers and bringing
her closer and closer to the edge until finally she shatters, choking on a gasp with her entire body
shaking as he fingers her through her orgasm, tears dripping down the side of her temples onto her
pillow.

“So beautiful. I knew you could do it for me,” he says with a grin. She pushes his soaked hand
away when it’s too much, legs still twitching slightly as he runs his fingertips up and down her
sides. He kisses all over her face, ending with one pressed softly to her mouth before he flops onto
his back next to her, keeping one hand on her inner thigh. They’re both breathing heavily, and
Katsuki rolls onto her side so she can stare at Izuku’s profile, his flushed cheeks and pink mouth.
He looks beautiful.

She puts her hand on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart, and smiles into his arm when
he puts his hand over hers, turning to look at her with his big green eyes. “I fucking love you,” she
whispers, kissing his warm skin and cuddling into him as close as she can. His gaze searches her
face as he tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and pecks her forehead. “I love you too, so
much.”

She eventually gets up to go to the bathroom, and when she comes back Izuku is half-asleep,
wearing only his All Might-printed boxers tugged down low on his waist. She slips under his arm,
sighing contently as he clutches her to his side tightly.

“Deku?” Katsuki asks, swallowing her pride and hating that she’s a little nervous even though she
knows she has no reason to be. He opens his eyes, loosening his grip a little so he can look at her
properly. “You should move in with me. Like... permanently.” His eyes widen a bit, and she bites
her lip in anticipation.

“Are you sure?” He says, and he sounds a little breathless and shy and she’s so, so fucking in love
with him. She nods, and he kisses her while his thumbs stroke the apples of her cheeks as her
stomach swoops. “I’d love that,” he whispers earnestly when he moves away, keeping their
foreheads together. “Coming home to you every day.”

“Yeah?” She asks, blinking up at him and running her fingers through the strands of his hair. He
nuzzles her nose softly with his. “Yeah.”

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